Ballad of Justina Pelletier - Video
PUBLISHED:  Jan 22, 2014
DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:

Come gather round me people, - Am
Come close and lend an ear - C
And hear the frightening tale - Dm
of Justina Pelletier. - Am

A quiet girl who loved to skate - Am
and spend time with her friends, - C
how could she know her normal life - Dm
was soon about to end? - Am

Her parents, on a wintery day
to hospital they took her,
beyond whose doors a conflict dark
unknowingly they'd stir.

Between two mainstream healers,
one trusted, one not known.
Behind the iron gates of hell
the child soon was shown.

Chorus:
It surely can't be me, or mine - Am
whose fate could thus be stolen; - Em
the guilty never held to blame - Dm
within this system broken. - Am
It surely can't be me, or mine - Am
who one day will be sorry - Dm
should we question, doubt or criticize - E
what is the final story. - Am

The illness of her body now
an illness of her mind,
when her parents dared to question those
who will not be maligned

The healer first who diagnosed
the same as Hannah Poling,
now told that surely he was wrong,
her parents too controlling.

Too bold in seeking treatment,
they were guilty of abuse,
the costly health condition
it was nothing but a ruse.

Not that the trusted healer
Could he ever be at fault.
T'was said in mother's sticky web
his innocence was caught.

Repeat Chorus

The counselors they circled round - Am
their wagons with the shamans - Dm
in Boston on that winter day. - Dm
The judge was just a layman - Am

and in the face of egos - Am
that like mighty mountains soared, - Dm
could make but one decision. - Dm
The girl's parents were ignored. - Am

Her father cried out "evil!"
at the haughty men inside
the bureaucratic fortress
where her justice was denied.

But no one could deny the fact
the child wasn't theirs.
And so few fought or lingered on.
So soon forgotten, all their tears.

Repeat Chorus

So what if there were others there
whose fate was just the same?
So what if they're forgotten,
and if no one knows their name?

The pleas of child and parents
make no sound as days go by.
When words like in the dark of space aren't
heard don't ask me why.
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